Story Behind the Song
This song is basically about a couple who are down on their luck, battling vices, and on the run from someone or something, then, maybe have to go their separate ways...
written at on the road between alabama and INDY. recorded mixed in about 3 hrs. done in about 5 takes.
Lyrics
It may seem funnny now,
that the dream burned out,
she sold her soul for an eighth-an-ounce,
take a look around,
she cannot make a ssss...
she cannot bear to hear the sound,
Lord, what have we done,
sixteen hours on the run,
can't look to yesterday,
aaah, she was singin'(she'll be singin')
Got at least a few more years,
before you'll be checking out,
still plenty of time left,
for turnin' water into wine,
she cried like a butterfly,
a softness in her sigh,
she could fly through the city at night,
(she'll be flyin')
chased ghosts out of Birmingham,
found the needle on the lam,
yeah, now the damage is done,
now she's damaged,
Lord what have we done,
sixteen hours on the run,
can't look to yesterday,
aaah, she was singin'(she'll be singin')
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